#mpxeris

[heatherxmp]

♡ hugging

{{ This meme is pretty unclear as to who is doing what SO IMMA MIX IT UP AS I LIKE (unless otherwise specified)!! For this it’s Eris hugging on Heather.}}

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   It feels good to be held. Heather hates that in the back of his mind he shudders with bliss at the contact because he’s been missing it. The professor is loyal to a fault when he’s down with someone but it doesn’t mean that when it’s been a while since they’ve been home that he doesn’t crave some kind of contact. Grateful that it’s from someone he knows doesn’t have an interest in hurting him or making it more than it has to be at the moment Heather relaxes in her embrace.

 “Thank you,” he says as he wraps his arms around her too. “I needed this. It’s been a bit tough to get through the day.”

  He likes his independence as much as the next man, but he does miss Gemini. How long will he be away right now? “Eris, right? Goddess of discord and ruin? Should I be worried that we’re hugginig up?”

 He’s just messing- he isn’t that worried.

[mperosx]

❛ i’m not a monster. ❜

--*

  “I wouldn’t claim you to be,” he says softly, hand reaching out. He doesn’t touch her, but he does offer up his hand to guide her back from this precipice of possible self-depreciation. He can’t have her there for he knows all too well what’s it’s like to sit there himself based on something that is apparently “in his nature”. Some things can’t be helped since it is theirs to burden, but compassion for this goes a long way.

  And Eros feels that deities of other base emotions get the short end of sticks with people; they too cannot help some of the things that they do. Eris, his long time friend and confidant, is one such person. She brings chaos merely with her whim if she so chooses but there were times when it was even beyond her ability to control the upheaval. Today appears to be one such day.

  “You’re not a monster. You’re not wicked or vile or mean or terrible,” he erases the words spilled from uneducated tongues. “You keep a balance that they’ll never understand- they will never fully comprehend the sweep of your attention brings the sweetness of calm that they crave. They need you far more than they will ever know. In the wake chaos, comes the storm of peace.”

[phobetorxmp]

❛ you won’t last long. ❜

A light frown of concern passes over Phobetor’s features as he slowly turns to look back at the goddess of his family. Usually he would brush off such statements as just that, the chaotic woman liked to worm her way in to people’s minds and play with them. He’d pass on her tricks and wave away his worry, but something has chinked his armour, and for a moment the most poisonous of seeds had wiggled in and taken hold, doubt. 

“Eris” he murmurs her name as his frown only deepens, tone something akin to hurt as he gently shakes his head. “Why do you say such a thing to me..?” Now his mind punishes him, as perhaps she wanted to, by running through all the things he currently enjoyed that could be set to end, or all the weights he was carrying, now set to crush him. What was he about to lose?... and was it his fault?

[exmposiris]

❝ Carol of the Bells ❞

our muses end up singing in a Christmas choir without notice

he’s not sure how he ended up where he is right now, but there’s a beautiful lady at his side drenched in the tendrils of chaos, and he’s enjoying her company greatly, just like he always has. that he’s quite fond of singing is not particularly a secret. surprisingly, however, this body is also quite good at singing - though he’s pretty sure its previous owner never used that skill a lot during his years as a gangster.

what is entirely unplanned, however, is the way this stranger sees them walking on the street and spends a good twenty minutes convincing them to join him and his choir for christmas carolling. now he doesn’t know if eris loves singing quite as much as he does, but she is a creature of chaos like eros - one of the few reasons they get along so well, perhaps, osiris is often the good kind of chaos personified - and a last minute thrown together choir is chaos at its best.

he considers telling her not to mess it up further for these people full of christmas spirit, but then it wouldn’t be eris if she did not do at least that much, and so he simply laughs lightly when a song book is pushed into his hands, holds it up for eris to see like ‘look at us with the choir books’ and then focuses his attention on the songs, so he’ll know what to sing and when to start.

[exmphades]

❝ Rockin’ around the Christmas tree ❞

meme: jingle bell memes

'Our muses get drunk together at a Christmas party and decide to make this party lit.’

It takes quite a bit for Hades to get tipsy, let alone drunk, but when he’s got Eris by his side and they’ve settled in Dionysus’ bar it’s a lot more easy. Dionysus is known for his good drinks, after all, and when there’s a sudden party starting as well, it isn’t all too farfetched a thought to think that Hades might join in the celebrations. Especially when Eris takes one look around the room, raises a well-sculpted eyebrow at him and challenges him to make this party ‘the best party this city has ever seen.’

So now here they are, with considerably more drinks in their system than they had just an hour before, and he knows Persephone is going to kill him when he comes home this drunk, but on the other hand who knows what she’s doing tonight - she might not even be home before morning. So he’s enjoying himself thoroughly trying all kinds of Dio’s wine as well as holding little competitions with Eris that leave the demigods around staring in shock.

Nothing’s off limits when you’re two gods who’ve known each other since before time, and so somewhere down the line finds him standing atop the bar, throwing darts at a moving board - blindfolded. Now this is a particularly fun activity to play in the middle of the night with a good glass of wine in hand, but at the same time he is still who he is, and so him blindfolded and half out of his mind means a hellhound shows up to check up on him and make sure he’s alright.

Only this one just so happens to be Cerberus this time, possibly bored in the Underworld, and the three-headed creature of every human’s nightmares decides to stroll out of the Underworld right in the middle of the bar, taking a dart in the shoulder for the effort. Upon receiving a disgruntled huff from his favourite pet, Hades takes off the blindfold, laughs at the sight of a disgruntled Cerberus surrounded by terrified drunk demigods and then steps off the bar, forgetting how high up he is so he simply just falls face first to the floor. Rather than saving himself, he saves the glass of wine, which promptly gets slobbered empty by one of Cerberus’ heads, another one nudging Hades worriedly while the third one keeps a watchful eye on their surroundings.

“I’m good!” Hades manages to bring out from where he’s giggling on the floor. “Don’t do that, Cerbie, that tickles.”

[mpxjinny]

🎀 : your muse brushes my muse’s hair .

"This is nice~"

Eyes closed Jinsoul leans back into the woman's touch, lashes fluttering each time nails drag against her scalp. It's nice to listen to the goddess talk, even if she doesn't understand any of the lofty concepts or players of Eris' story. She’s more than happy to fill in the lulls of conversation with her own idle chatter.

"Will you braid it?? Oh- I remember once when I was in school there were pictures of the pretty braids and plaits that they used to put into their hair in ancient times. Is it true that you would use wires and metal and strings to hold them in? It sounds like wearing a crown."